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If my iPod plays this song one more time,

i'm gonna continuously need two dimes,

we were in sync but couldn't rhyme,

so you took a month to get over mine,

i'll never find it if i'm looking,

can't miss a step while cooking,

never running, always landing in bookings,

and leaving a trail of blood home from the hooking,

as much as it hurts i don't regret one second,

if my mind could tweet you'd always be mentioned,

if my fingers wrote novels you'd be my legend,

and our ending will always cause stress, no attention,

it burns a whole in my chest, makes my mind,

jump in time and cause of you to others i go blind,

it would be so kind if we could rewind the,

way we used to be so i could remind me.